How my wife trasformes from a beautiful intelligent woman to ...

My wife and I got married on March 17th. We spent a couple nights in Las Vegas for a mini honeymoon before heading back to school. We made a stop at Lynn's parents' house to pick up presents her wonderful neighbors had given her at her bridal shower. We had been on the road for about an hour when I heard a buzzing. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew my new bride is terrified of a certain striped flying insect. The buzzing stopped. I hoped it wouldn't continue, but against my wishes the buzzing started up again. I looked in the rear view mirror and to my horror it wasn't a fly, but a bee. I willed my wife to stay asleep despite the buzzing. All I needed was a few minutes to get to the next gas station and then I could let the poor bug out of it's misery without my wife's knowledge. Suddenly from the seat next to me I hear in a small terrified voice "Is that a bee?!" She immediately got as far away from the bee as the seat would allow and curled up in the fetal position. I knew she was afraid of bees, but this was something else. My independent, strong woman working on her masters degree suddenly needed a caveman with a large club to kill the bee of impending doom. We were nowhere near an exit with a gas station and Lynn pointed at a seemingly random, conveniently placed (the very next) exit. We drive about five minutes away from the freeway before finding somewhere she could take refuge while I disposed of the intruder. As we pulled into the parking lot, Lynn leapt from the car into the snow and fled to the comfort of the tiny local grocery story and left me to the dirty work. I unfortunately am not a caveman with a club. I am an English major and the only weapon at my disposal was dustpan one of the women had given my wife. With the task complete, I went to find my wife. We began our trip again, but Lynn could only look on those gifts with distrust. They were the harbingers of stinging intruders.